Rollin\', Zacardi\'s a paddy, Benz or the Mozzie A Jag and Louie or Amiri or the Gucci Like it down when I be trappin\' Force is supreme, I\'m the score All off the motion racks and stuff He broke, he need racks and stuff Hustle like we need class or somethin\' Man, I really came from nothin\' Analysis up when I tie in front, no need Back it up, yo ass, you play with that cash I\'m comin\' like Wyrm Fly to Cali, go around the plug Frank Lucas style, I need that soy But my mouth closed, I live by code Don\'t answer questions, I go hoist Gon\' take a shot, but love to pop it This shit here might actually end up in motion You told her no, then wonder why she glued with me That shit that light, ice on her neck and her ear Told my mom she gon\' shine like that And went to Miami and re-did a smile All 32, you gon\' know what she havin\' Bright in her ears, I gave her a glow Stuck up for a clown, front, we go You ain\'t gotta pack shit when we leave We shout, we land this shit on the floor Motion, and I got racks in the double Bitch do last, she fouls the closest My young bitch love doin\' hers 613, if I buy, she double it Might buy, I\'ma shop and put both of them in it Two better than one, with three, we winnin\' All my hoes, they got me styled But I get all the perks and I\'m the business Aldo said, don\'t come for me I can\'t stand no ho that think she gettin\' old She don\'t get a penny, like, let me break it down Her style and nails ain\'t trickin\' Give her a wreck, just for a palpitating Call when you finish, she got a ball She ain\'t used to nothin\', now she with me I went from Max to an Audi A8, track off the Jeep Rollers, a Cart, it\'s a padded Benz of the Mazda, a Jaguar Louis or a Mural of the Gucci Like it down when I be trappin\' Forces supreme, I\'m the score All off the motion, racks and stuff He broke, he need racks and stuff Hustle, we need class or somethin\' I really came from nothin\' Now that she huggin\', I tie in front No, n***a, get off your ass, you play with that cash, I\'m comin\' like Wyrm Fly to Cali, go around the plug Frank Lucas style, I need that sauce But my mouth closed, I live by code Don\'t answer questions, I go hoarse